Told you I'd update right after, didn't I? Okay, I'll admit it—I just wrote this chapter before I posted the first one. Oh well.

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Chapter Thirteen: Captured and Plans

Cammie POV

In a flash, I whipped around. He had Macey. The man had Macey. Before Zach or anyone else could stop me I flung myself back, going in for an attack. Sidestepping any of the Circle of Cavan men's attempts to hit me, I threw a blow to the man's—who had Macey—head. Someone hit me from behind. I didn't let that stop me, though. I was determined to free Macey. I threw a punch at the guy's face and that made him drop Macey. I gave her a frantic look and I knew she knew that it only meant one thing: "Run!" I heard my name being called from the jet. I knew it was Zach. I didn't turn. I had to defend them. I wouldn't break. The CIA Director doesn't know me. I'm as unbreakable as my father. I thought I had no chance of getting out of there unless it was with the men who wanted me.

Then I saw an escape. Macey, as it turns out, didn't listen to me. She had thrown a roundhouse kick—her specialty—at the man who was about to attack. There was an opening. I caught her eye for a fraction of a second and then simultaneously, we sprinted toward the jet. I could see Zach at the doorway, trying to get out. Nick, too. And Bex. Of course. But not Liz or Jonas. No surprise there. Grant was holding Nick back but the agent who was controlling the jet had Zach.

We were almost there. Only twenty feet left…ten…five…

I screamed as someone grabbed me from behind. I tried to break the man's grasp—for surely, no woman would have such a binding strength. It didn't work. The man had me securely and before I could do anything, a blow had been made to my head. Faintly, I heard another scream, a familiar one but I wasn't in a condition to place it. I was fading away quickly. The last thing I remember before drifting into unconsciousness is my name being called…and then everything went black.

Zach's POV

I stared out the window as the field faded away. I could see, very faintly, a man carrying Cammie's unconscious body toward a helicopter. The same one that we saw a few nights ago.

I was screaming her name. Like that was doing any good. I turned to the agent who was controlling the jet, the one who had held me back. "W-we have to go back for her! For them! We can't just…let them go!" I was in hysterics and I knew it but I didn't care. "They're important! Macey is a McHenry! Her father is a Senator! Do you have any idea how much damage this could cause? Her kidnapping? The fact that Gallagher let it happen?" No one responded. I looked at Nick, the guy who was in love with Macey. I gave him a hopeful look. He just shook his head. Tears boiled in my eyes, threatening to spill, but I held them back. Sliding down the door, I glared at the agent. "It's your job to protect us!" I whispered. Somehow, this seemed more threatening to everyone than my yelling and anger. "How could you let an innocent life go to waste when we could have saved her?" I buried my face in my hands, still refusing to let the extent of my pain be shown.

After what seemed like an eternity, Agent Callahan (I found out his name when Grant asked him a question) said in a very deep and authoritative voice, "We have reached out destination." I wasn't even interested in what it was anymore. I had lost Cammie…my Cammie….

Numbly, I stood. I looked out the window. We seemed to be in a crowded place. Why would the CIA bring us here?

"Where are we?" Bex asked all our unspoken questions. Her voice sounded hollow, emotionless. So I wasn't the only one who was devastated because of Cammie's kidnapping.

"We're in Scotland. Near the Circle of Cavan headquarters." Everyone looked at Agent Callahan, shocked.

I knew what this meant: Cammie and Macey weren't going to be left alone….A small flicker of hope resided inside me and I held onto that as he led us off the jet.

No one said a word as we followed Agent Callahan toward a house that looked more like a mansion a few yards away. A team of agents was waiting there. They looked haggard and scared and I was pleased to see that Agent Hendrickson was among them, though barely conscious. She had contradicted me, mocked me even, but she was still a great spy and that was what I admired about her.

Agent Hendrickson stepped forward, limping. "Agent Callahan, sir," she said saluting him.

He nodded once. "You did well, Taylor." Taylor. Must be her first name.

She looked over all of us. Instant realization hit her. "Where are McHenry and Morgan?" she asked, alarmed.

Agent Callahan raised his chin. "They were taken. Captured." Agent Hendrickson looked about ready to blow but Callahan held up his hand. "We will discuss it in here." He gestured toward the mansion-sized house in front of us.

She gave a stiff nod. "Of course, Director." I gulped. Director? I had yelled at the Director? This wasn't good.

We followed the Director and Agent Hendrickson into the house. The foyer was large and spacey but it looked old. It reminded me of Gallagher in a way.

I felt a deep pang of pain as memories of Cammie threatened to come flooding into my brain. I couldn't allow myself to break down. I had to hold onto that sliver of hope.

The Director led us up a staircase and through the halls until we reached the end. There was no visible doorway but I was guessing that there was a way to get into that wall.

He held out his palm, muttering something. A light came out, scanning his hand. "Access granted," the annoying woman's voice said.

A door slid open, revealing a room full of computers and machinery. The Director stepped aside and waved us to go in first. Another precaution. I could almost hear Hendrickson saying it.

As I entered the room, I realize that the machinery was used to make weapons and the computers were used for hacking. These people had been researching the Circle of Cavan for years. I looked around, fascinated. Then I felt guilty because Cammie was out there somewhere, probably being tortured and refusing to "break" as Hendrickson had told us we all would. My expression turned solemn, an emotionless mask.

"Follow me," the Director said smoothly as came through the door, closing it behind him.

He led us to a huge office, which I assumed was another one of his many meeting places. "Sit," he ordered, once we'd all filed in. I sat in the nearest chair, eager to hear what he had to say. Convinced that it had something to do with Cammie. The Circle of Cavan. My sister….

"That will be all, Jensen, thank you." The Director dismissed an agent I hadn't even realized had come in and then turned to all of us. For a moment, he just stared, scrutinizing each of us. I kept my face carefully guarded.

Finally, he spoke. "You know how big a threat the Circle of Cavan is to the six of you?" He waited for a reply. "Anybody? Anybody at all? No? Well, let me explain: The Circle of Cavan can torture you, break you, faster than you think possible. They can manipulate you into believing that your own family is at fault and they were rescuing you." He paused and in that silence, I had to jump in.

"So why are we just sitting here?" I asked. "Why aren't we going to save Cammie and Macey? Aren't they two of the most important keys to the Circle of Cavan's plot?"

The Director did not look surprised that I knew this. He merrily shrugged. I guess I hadn't been as secretive as I had thought. "For those reasons," he continued, as if I hadn't spoken (even though he'd acknowledged it), "we are going after them. We need your help though. All of you. You both love and cherish Cameron Morgan and Macey McHenry…do we not, Mr. Walker?"

I glanced at Nick as his cheeks turned red. Nevertheless, he stared straight at the Director. "Yes, sir."

The Director turned to me. "And Mr. Goode?"

I didn't blush. I didn't even blink. There were lots of things I could say about the way I felt about Macey and Cammie, most of which had to do with Cammie. I knew that that wasn't the answer the Director was looking for so I just said, "Yes sir," just as Nick had.

"Good." He paused. Cocking his head to the side, he seemed to be making a decision. Then he pressed the button. "Agent Goode, please come to my office. Thank you."

My head snapped up as I heard my last name. Agent Goode…that must mean that my Aunt Kate was here!

"Ah," the Director said. "You recognize the name, Zachary Goode?" I nodded. He smiled. "I had her stationed here for this reason. I knew you'd be coming here. Soon."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," the Director said. That was quick. Suddenly, the Director grew tense. "Abby, what are you doing here?"

"Director, you can't hold me here while my niece is with the cruel people who killed my brother-in-law! I'm going. You can't stop me."

He sighed. "Yes, I supposed you're right. Uh, boys, I don't believe you've met Abby, Headmistress Morgan's sister."

In walked a woman who looked similar to Rachel.

The first thing I heard from Bex was, "Abby!"

Cammie POV

I woke up, coughing up blood and trying to stop the tears that were flowing from my eyes. When the coughing had stopped and I had regained enough energy, I looked around. I was in a cell. A dark one. I tried to remember what had happened. Then it all came flooding back.

Macey's scream. The fighting. Agent Hendrickson. Zach screaming my name. My own scream, echoing through the deserted field. And the pain. Such pain.

I clutched my head and fell, the pain hitting me like a ton of bricks. I heard a groan somewhere through the fog and that was enough to drag me out. "Macey?" I said. In response, I heard another moan escape her lips. "Macey!" I scrambled up and rushed to the source of the noise. Yep, it was Macey alright. And she was pretty beat up. I needed water. I frantically looked around but I couldn't find any.

"Here," a small voice said from the corner. "Give this to her." I looked around, my eyes finally landing on a small girl of about eight. I couldn't make out her features but I was grateful anyway. I rushed to her and took the cup she held out.

"Thank you," I said and then rushed back to my friend's side. I gently poured some water into her lips and waited until she swallowed to give her more.

After about three gulps, she was conscious and she flew upward, almost splattering all of it. By this time, the little girl had come out of the shadows and was staring at Macey and I, as I made sure she was okay.

I handed the glass back to her and was about to turn away to tend to Macey when I caught sight of the girl's features. Green eyes. Like Zach's. Brown hair. The color of Zach's.

And then I suddenly realized it. "Melanie?" I croaked.

She nodded mutely.

I reached out and pulled her toward me. She seemed startled by this but welcomed the embrace. She probably hadn't felt a hug for months. I held on tighter. This was the only piece of Zach that I had. "Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're alright." I pulled back and cupped her face in my hands. "You look so much like him."

She stared into my eyes for a moment and then slowly, a grin appeared on her face. "You're Cammie," she stated. "Zach's Gallagher Girl."

I nodded. "How did you know?"

"Zach wrote me about you while he was at your school during the exchange before I…before I came here," she said, her voice faltering at the last phrase.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry!" I hugged her again.

And then I remembered Macey. I quickly turned but a smile was gracing her lips. A smile I rarely saw. I waved her over.

Melanie cocked her head. "And you're Macey McHenry. Nick used to talk about you a lot, when he came over and Zach wasn't around. Those boys told me everything." She gave a dazzling smile. "He didn't know that you were a spy just like him."

Macey smiled. Again. "No, he didn't. But I didn't know he was either."

Melanie nodded. "Yeah. But things work out in the end, right?"

Macey suddenly became teary-eyed and she had to blink back tears before she could answer. "No, not always." She gave the small girl a watery smile. "But most of the time." She looked at me with a knowing look.

Melanie was about to answer but a loud noise scared the poor girl. She rushed back to the corner she was in.

I stood to follow her. "Melanie," I said. "What's wrong?"

She was rocking back and forth on her legs. "They're coming for me," she said, keeping in the tears. Just like her brother. "They've come to torture me again."

Before I could respond, a woman came in. She carried a weapon, one I had seen but only in highly classified mission reports that my mother had let me occasionally read. It was deadly.

"Melanie," the woman said. Her voice was high and shrill. "Come on out, sweetheart. I won't hurt you if you just tell me where your brother and his other friends have gone off to."

There was a moment of silence and then the eight-year-old girl shook her head vigorously. "No."

The woman glared. "Then you know the punishment." The woman walked over to Melanie and raised the weapon.

She was about to strike when I jumped in front of Melanie. "Wait." I put my hands up. "Take me instead. I was with them."

The woman lowered her weapon and I caught sight of Macey's terrified face. I tried to give her a reassuring look. It didn't last.

"Hm," the woman said. "This could be fun." She grabbed hold of my arm and dragged me out the door.

"No!" I heard Melanie scream but it was muffled. I could hear Macey trying to calm her.

The woman dragged me to a room where, it looked like, others had been tortured and broken. Without warning, she stroked the weapon across my face. I screamed.

"Tell me, Morgan, where did your friends go?" She sounded vicious and I wondered for a moment if she had known I would never tell her unless I was forced.

I held my head high as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I would never tell you, even if I did know," I spat.

Another strike across my back this time caused me to grind my teeth in pain. "Then you'll just have to suffer until you crack," the woman's shrill voice said in my ear.

I knew that it would be a long night. So I gritted my teeth and waited for the next blow.

Zach's POV

I looked at the map laid out in front of us. We were forming a plan. But it was going to take a lot of preparation. The Director said that it would usually take a week but he could condense it into a couple days for us.

"If we come in here, go around here, and hit here, this is probably where Cammie is," Abby said, pointing to different places on the map. She sounded like she was strategizing for a war. Despite myself, I had to suppress a smirk.

"Abby, I've already told you, if we do that, then the alarm will sound. Agent Baxter and Agent Baxter tried that."

Bex looked up at the sound of her parents' names. Since we'd gotten the news that we were going to rescue Macey and Cammie, everyone had seemed a little bit more upbeat but none of us had contributed to the plan.

I decided to speak up. It was obvious they knew nothing about the place. "If we in through here," I said, pointing to the west wing, "with disguises, we can make it through here"—I pointed to the torture chamber—"and then find Cammie and Macey here." I pointed to the place where I knew my sister was kept. I had no doubt that that is where they would put Macey and Cammie.

The Director looked at me. "Zach, how in the world did you know to do that?" my aunt asked.

I smirked. "Spy," was my only answer.

The Director gave me a look that said, "We'll talk about this later." So did my aunt. Abby, however, was looking at me like I was her savior.

"That'll work, Jake," she said excitedly. He gave her a look. She cleared her throat. "I mean, Director Callahan." Her voice was so deep and funny that I had to suppress another smirk.

The Director slapped his hands on the table. He looked at each of us. "We have ourselves a plan."

I sighed, a bigger kinda hope than I would allow myself to feel an hour ago built in my chest. I was going to see Cammie again. I was really going to see Cammie again.

And, with any luck, I would see my sister again too.

What did you think? Sorry if that's too…cliffy. I wasn't really going to have Cammie and Macey captured here. Actually, I was going to have all four of the girls captured. However, my hands had different ideas. I'll try and update as soon as I can! I hope ya'll like it. There is probably a very slight chance that I'll have more than two chapters and an epilogue before it's over. Maybe only one chapter. I haven't decided. Thanks for the review! I love you all! Press that green button now. ;)

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